The Day I Took Three Kids to the Doctor

I really do want to share some of the oodles of photos that I took during our summer. I'm just at a loss as to how. There. Are. Just. So. Many. It's over whelming, to say the least.

So instead I'm sharing a story. A great one. Just the kind that needs to be shared.

The Background. Earlier in the summer I decided to plan a doctor's visit for The Three. With Little Miss turning two she would need a well check and I hadn't taken either of the other two since they had birthday's. And I had high hopes that Miss Thing would get into preschool so she would most definitely need a school physical. I scheduled their appointment for the end of July. All three at once. Sounds easy enough. Considering our doctor is about thirty minutes away. We would be home for a week an half or so before leaving on the next adventure so everything just fit together.

We started with the nurse. Measuring and weighing. They did a hearing test on Miss Thing. Vision screens, to the best of our abilities, blood pressure. The usual. Then we waited in the exam room for the doctor. He came in talked to each of the kids, did his thing, we discussed their general health. Everything was just fine.

Then the kicker, all three would need shots.

All. Three. Need. Shots.

All Three. Need Shots.

All three need. Shots.

You can imagine my excitement.

The doctor left, the lucky man, and in walks the nurse. She asked what order I thought. In my mind I thought go with the youngest first but she spoke up quicker saying, "let's start with the oldest." So we went with it.

Fortunately The Boy only needed one. Unfortunately he is one strong kid. Fortunately the nurse was fast. I had to hold him down, amidst his protests, while she did the deed.

Next came Miss Thing. Before she could even have her shots I had to pull her out from underneath the exam table. At this point I thought things were starting to get comical. Miss Thing was less then pleased as I pinned her down. To her screaming credit she did have a total of five. More than anyone that day. It was pretty brutal. So she lay there, with me practically on top of her, screaming to "stop!" and other such things. The Boy starts crying and not to be left out Little Miss starts crying.

Am I even doing justice to the noise level we were experiencing?

So while they cried and screamed all I could do was hide my laughter. I did wonder what someone walking by the room must have thought. What killed me though was the nurse was getting no enjoyment out of it. What's not funny about three kids screaming?

Once Miss Thing was done everyone knew who came next. She was sitting on a chair minding her own business, of course. Before I could get to her, though, The Boy stepped in front of her with his arms out stretched and yelled, "NO!" It was then that the hiding of laughter was no longer an option. That kid will stop at nothing to protect his sister, even from his own mother. Of course the mother won and Little Miss still had to have her shots, but she had two that were crying with her for moral support.

Eventually it was all over. The screaming stopped. The crying turned to whimpery-whines. They survived. More importantly I survived. And off we went to our next stop. Blood draws for both The Boy and Little Miss.

Be strong